Note-This takes place during season five episode one which was titled Nameless, Faceless. The title of this comes from the song referenced at the end of the fic.

Had To Be Something To Do With You

Spencer Reid and Emily Prentiss

Her cell rang and she snatched it up quickly. "Morgan? Do you know anything about-"

"We got the unsub. What's going on with Hotch?" Derek asked

She let out a short breath and tried to focus her mind. Staying calm was of the essence right now. Getting frantic would help no one.

Talking fast she filled him in "Foyet got to him. He was stabbed nine times. He made it through surgery but he's not conscious. I'm here with him right now. Listen, I was on the phone with Reid and I heard-"

"I know. He was shot-"

"Is he alive?"

"Yeah, he's gonna be okay. They're putting him in an ambulance now. It was a through and through in his thigh. He saved Dr. Barton from taking a bullet."

Emily swallowed hard.

The day just kept getting worse and worse. She could barely think straight anymore. First Hotch was missing, then she found his apartment looking like a bloody fight took place, then she found out he was knifed and had to undergo surgery and now Reid was shot.

It was the last thing that affected her more than anything else, if she was being honest.

Derek went on "Listen, Prentiss, me and JJ are on our way to you. What hospital is Hotch in?"

After she told him he said "That's where they're taking Reid. We'll be there soon."

"Okay." She disconnected the call. Her breathing was shallow. She could still hear the sound of that gun being fired repeating in her head. She heard that sound so many times in her life but today was the one where it terrified her the most.

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Hours later she was standing next to Reid's bed, a few feet back, nervously fidgeting as she watched him laying there knocked out on pain medication.

Derek walked in. "How's he doing?"

"Sleeping like a baby."

Derek shook his head. "I look away for a second and he manages to get into trouble again."

Emily smiled slightly. "It's the nature of the job, I guess." After a moment she said "I should go."

"You don't gotta-"

"No, no, you stay. I need to go get some sleep anyway."

"Ha, you and me both but I'll stick around till the kid wakes up. That way I can tell him to stop causing me so much stress getting into these kind of situations."

"He did talk the unsub down while bleeding from a gun shot wound."

"Yeah. He did good but I could do without him getting shot in the process, know what I'm saying?"

She looked at Reid again. "Yeah, I do." Then she walked out, forcing herself not to look back as she told herself that he was just fine, or at least he would be in time.

Still the fear she felt when she heard that gunshot did not leave her mind for even a moment that day. She lay in bed after a cool shower and tried to sleep but too much had happened. She saw too much, heard too much, knew too much. She couldn't shut off her head.

She wondered if Reid had woken up yet.

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He didn't want to bother her but he also didn't want her to worry. So after Morgan went home Reid decided the most polite thing to do would be to call Emily.

She answered the phone in a very stressed out tone. Only then did he realize her caller ID would say the hospital name because he was using the phone by his bedside.

"Emily Prentiss speaking. Is this about-?"

"Hey, its Reid."

"Oh...hey, Reid. How are you feeling?"

"Like I was shot in my leg."

"Right, right but otherwise you're okay?"

"Yep. I'll just be hobbling around for a while. I look forward to hearing Morgan's gimp jokes."

"Maybe he'll go easy on you."

Reid chuckled.. "I seriously doubt that."

"Wow, you can laugh. You must be all right."

"Are you all right?"

"I wasn't shot or stabbed today."

"But you had to go to Hotch's place and walk in on a bloody crime scene and then you had to hear a gun shot go off and not know if I was dead or alive. You haven't had the easiest day either."

"Not one of my finest, no, but I'm fine." She let out a long breath.

"Emily...thank you for visiting me."

"Damn that Morgan. What a big mouth."

Reid smiled. "You could have stuck around until I woke up, you know."

"I didn't want to bother-"

"You wouldn't have bothered me."

"When are they letting you go?"

"The day after tomorrow if there are no post operative complications."

"Need a ride home?"

"Morgan said he'd-"

"Reid," she dragged out his name.

"Oh...sure. That would be nice."

"Okay. Call me after they tell you exactly when you'll be released."

"I will do that."

"Good. Well, try and get some more sleep. You could use it after the last few days."

"Too true...Emily, I hate that you had to hear that gunshot."

"Yeah, well, I've heard and saw worst but that did strike kinda close to home, to tell you the truth."

"I guess we'll have to wait till my leg is healed for that second date."

"Or we could just have dinner at your place or something. That way you don't have to worry about driving or getting around. But its up to you. If you want to wait-"

"Dinner at my place sounds fine."

"Okay," she said happily.

He smiled. "Okay."

"Good night, Reid."

"Bye, Emily." He gently set the phone down with a very tender look on his face. It surprised him, months back, when he realized that Emily was interested in him. It surprised him more when he finally got the courage to ask her out to see a play. But it really surprised him most today when Morgan told him how upset Emily looked as she fretted over Reid's sleeping body at his hospital bed side.

She was worried about him. That touched him so much deeper than just the thought that she found him attractive or wanted to sleep with him. Yes, he liked knowing both those things but somehow her worrying about his health meant even more to him.

Emily Prentiss didn't want to lose him from her life. It made him feel important and special. Something he hadn't felt in a very long time. She was bringing him completely back to life. Waking up parts of him he let go cold when he was hurt and broken by other people in his life.

Now he was looking at life different. Looking at her different. They hadn't even shared a kiss yet but as soon as she took him home from the hospital he planned to change that.

He would kiss her before they got out of the car at his place.

That way he wouldn't have to worry about balancing on crutches. He could thread his fingers in her long, chestnut hair and he could really get lost in their kiss without risking falling over on his ass.

He didn't worry anymore that he couldn't please her. Today, as horrible as it was, made him feel loved. And if she loved him then there was nothing in the world that could bring him down. She had him feeling like Superman.

(If I go crazy

will you still call me Superman?

-x-x

If I'm alive and well

will you be there

holding my hand?

-x-x

I'll keep you by my side

with my

superhuman might- kryptonite.) (Three Doors Down)

THE END